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Thursday, July 2, 2009

Remembering Those Who Came Before

If we weren't quite ready to get over David Carradine's farewell, let alone understand his secret life, there passed two more great celebrity icons, for us to pick apart, piece back together, and divert our attention. The recent swarm of tabloid gossip and "news", over the death of Michael Jackson, has been overwhelming and disturbing. And there seems to be no silencing of the buzz, until something even larger to report, comes along. Even Obama's healthcare reform campaign, much needed by the majority of the population, has taken the backseat to our beloved pop, man-child.

Now, I am not going to be another voice idolizing celeboredom. Truth be told, I rarely pay attention to the nonsense surrounding these people and the elevated status the public has given them. Afterall, they are just people who have been successful in their trade, no less or more greater, to the non-publicized. And of course, they have contributed to their industry and inspired many generations, but they are not super-human, Jesus, Mother T, or Ghandi.

I've overheard and participated in many conversations over the death of David Carradine, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson. And they all seem to follow the same understanding of the events surrounding their death.

"Oh, they were such an influence, ahead of their time really, gone before their time. BUT... did you hear about the erotica, the kiddie porn, the arguments over the will, the relationship between them and..."

It doesn't make sense. The public turns these people into gods, then they cast on them a negative light, displaying their flaws unmercilessly, for entertainment and judgement. Society is told to honor and respect those who are successful, but then they resent doing so, and they resent those who have succeeded.

I think of how I will be remembered when I pass away or how I have remembered those I've loved, who came before me. They were not perfect. I am certainly not perfect. And there will always be some strings that are never quite tied up. But when all is said and done, and I am no longer a presence on this earth, I hope to be remembered in an honest way. Not in a way that distorts who I was, or gives my loved ones a reason to question who I really was.
I want to be remembered for the less-than-perfect-quirky-compassionate-truthseeker I am today and will be throughout my life.

I am still young and I would like to think I have many years ahead of me. But if I were to go before my time, like so many people often do, I would like something like this said about me:

She wasn't perfect. She sought beauty and love in the simpliest forms, but expressed them with great passion. Her heart was an open book and she never questioned her compassion towards others. She was inspired by many and hoped one day she could pass the gift of inspiration on to others. She loved, laughed, danced, and smiled to the end. This is how she wanted to be remembered.

By the way, she took back that Snicker's bar she stole when she was five. Just in case it was overlooked...

"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."

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